Bought Lauryn Hill's Tape so her kids can starve
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'ma sit on top of the world and sh1t on Brandy and Mase
I'm more than ill, scarier than a white journalist
In a room with Lauryn Hill, human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot, and people'll feel me
'Cause I'ma still be The Mad Rapper whether I got money or not
As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe paddling, making fun of your yacht